Flower Master in the City

The 319th chapter waits for another kill

This roar suddenly attracted the appeal of the newspaper owners. Of course, Han Jian himself, Han Jian turned to look at the door, and then saw a thin man in his fifties. The man’s hair was unkempt and his face was stunned. I am glaring at Han Jian.

"Who are you?" Han Jian frowned slightly. He felt that this skinny man was a bit familiar, but he couldn't remember the man's name. He didn't remember where he was.

"Who am I?" The thin man yelled at Han Jian. "You are a black-hearted journalist whose conscience was eaten by a dog. You ruined my Shangguan, and even I don't even remember who I am?"

"Shangguanjia?" Han Jian flashed a flash of light in his mind, then carefully stared at the skinny man for a while, and asked with a little surprise: "You are Shangguanyong?"

"Do you remember me now?" The thin man, Shangguanyong, looked at Han Jian with hateful eyes.

"Of course, remember, aren't you the black-hearted pastry shop owner who uses expired materials to make snacks?" Han Jian was a bit disdainful. "What? You are looking for me?"

In fact, under normal circumstances, Han Jian will remember every object he reported, and he did not recognize Shangguan Yong for a while, just because the matter has passed for almost half a year, and the image of Shangguanyong has changed too much, but Shangguan When Yong Yi prompted, he immediately remembered it. After all, the surname of Shangguan is actually not common.

"I didn't use expired materials. It's your **** who took someone else's money and deliberately discredited me!" Shangguan Yong said to Han Jian, "You are a unscrupulous blackheart reporter, you only pay for your own money, not at all. Responsible, you have lost the ancestral pastry shop in my family, you have my wife and I have to break up, I am going to fight with you today!"

When Shang Guanyong finished speaking this, he took the hand he had been behind him to the front. Then, the newspaper people could not help but make an exclamation, because they all saw that Shangguanyong actually took a killing knife!

Han Jian’s face changed slightly. He subconsciously stepped back. He just found out that he had no retreat behind him. He had to squeeze out a smile and said in a tone that was as gentle as possible: “Shangguanyong, you misunderstood, I Writing the report is based on the facts I have seen. I did find out that your pastry shop used expired ingredients. As for whether you were framed by others, I would not know."

"Fart!" Shangguan Yong screamed, "Han Jian, I have already asked someone to investigate you, your **** is a blackhearted reporter who collects money to write reports and hurts people!"

Shang Guanyong said that while holding a pig knife and approaching Han Jian, watching him, it seems that he really intends to hack people.

"That, Shangguanyong, I think you must have misunderstood, I really have not collected other people's money, I wrote the report just because the customers in your store called me..." Han Jian's look is a bit pale, his mouth still Unable to explain, he wants to run, but he dare not run, because he is worried that he will run when he runs, so he will only delay the time as much as possible, hoping that someone has already called the police, so that the police will come. After that, he is basically safe.

"Far fart!" Shangguanyong waved his knife and screamed. He was very excited. "You have forfeited the money? There are two sets of two hundred flats in your home. The car you drive is only Honda, but your wife drives an Audi a8. Your wife is still not working. You are a reporter. If you confiscated the black money, how come you have so much money?"

Dozens of pairs of eyes look at Han Jian together, and the rest of the newspapers are a bit surprised. Han Jian is so rich? If Shangguanyong said that it is true, then Han Jian is afraid that there is really a problem. Although the reporter is not a low-income group, the luxury car plus the luxury car is not a journalist can enjoy.

"I, I don't have that much money... you must have made a mistake..." Han Jian still denied.

"Han Jian, I have asked private detectives to investigate everything about you very clearly. What kind of justice reporter you are self-proclaimed, but in private, but bad things are done, I have nothing to do anyway, now I will be harmed by the people. Shangguan Yong apparently has been impatient with Han Jian’s explanation. He no longer hesitates. He stabbed the Han Jian with his knife. In his heart, there is still a thought. He is not killing, he is killing. Pig, no, this Han Jian, even pigs are not as good!

The newspaper office screamed, and Fang Xiao, who was closer to Han Jian, made a scream. Han Jian’s face became extremely pale. He wanted to hide, but under great fear, his body at this moment. Actually, he was completely out of control, and he stood still in the same place, and did not move at all. He watched the pig knife stabbing his chest.

At the moment when the tip of the knife is about to penetrate Han Jian’s chest, Han Jian’s mind has only such a thought: “It’s too worthless to lose 10,000 lives.”

The so-called 10,000 yuan is really the reward of Han Jian’s report on Shangguanyong’s pastry shop. Of course, let him report that it’s not Shangguanyong, but someone who keeps up with the bureaucratic courage, and that person just uses With such 10,000 pieces, the Shangguanyong family was completely fragmented.

"Hey, wait a minute and kill!" Just then, there was a very unhappy voice coming over.

Unexpected pain did not come, Han Jian could not help but open his eyes, looked down, could not help but scare a cold sweat, he is now less than a centimeter away from the chest knife.

In addition to the horror, Han Jian was glad, because he saw **** pinching the pig knife. It was these **** that made this pig knife unable to go further. At this moment, Han Jian had no time to go. I wondered why the **** could pinch the knife. He just looked up at the owner of the **** and wondered who saved his life.

Then, Han Jian saw a relatively thin young boy, more than 170 centimeters, dressed casually, looks ordinary, and nothing special.

"Who are you? Why do you want to help this bastard?" Shang Guanyong looked at the boy with great anger at the moment. He wanted to take the pig knife back, but found that he couldn’t twitch.

"My name is summer, the summer of spring, summer, autumn and winter, the first day of the world." The teenager looked at Shangguanyong, "Do you want to kill this guy?"

"Yes, I am going to kill this bastard!" Shangguan Yong said with anger.

"Hey, then wait a minute, I have to ask this guy a question first." Summer turned to look at Han Jian, "Hey, is that the guy named Changjian is you?"

"You, what do you look for in the long sword?" Han Jian is a little uneasy, and the long sword is the pen name he used in the Jianghai Express.

"What do you want me to do with him?" Summer is a bit unhappy. "Are you going to say it?"

"He is the **** bastard. His real name is Han Jian. The pen name used in the newspaper is called Chang Jian!" Shang Guanyong suddenly took the words. "Now you know, let me kill this bastard?"

In the summer, I shook my head: "No."

"It turns out that you are a gangster with this **** reporter!" Shangguan Yong was angry.

Shang Yong staring summer of discontent: "Hey, old man, you Freeze speak ah, that guy who told you then utter birds of a feather I'll smack you?!"

"If you are not with him, why should you help him?" Shangguan Yong asked indignantly.

"You have a problem with your brain. When did I help him?" I said in the summer.

Shangguan Yong was almost mad, this guy has helped people block the knife, actually said that he did not help Han Jian?

"If you didn't catch the knife, I have already killed this bastard!" Shangguan Yong snarled.

Summer nodded: "Yes ah, if I would catch the knife, which was an idiot you kill, you kill this idiot, how do I beat him?"

Speaking of this, the **** in the summer gave me a little force, and when Shangguan Yong suddenly stood up, he walked back a few steps.

"Hey, idiot, is this thing written by you?" Summer took out a newspaper from his pocket, it was Jianghai Express, and then he pointed to the front page headline and asked Han Jian.

"Yes, it is me, may I ask you..." Han Jian did not respond to it for a while, how this savior seems to be looking for him to settle accounts.

"It's you." The summer suddenly rose, and the newspaper suddenly became hard. Then the newspaper fanned to Han Jian's cheek.

"Hey!" The newspaper was shot on Han Jian’s face, making a crisp voice.

"Hey!" Han Jian gave a cry.

Everyone else in the newspaper stayed, what the **** is going on?

Shangguanyong, who was holding a pig knife and was ready to re-take it, was also in the same place. What did this person do? Don't let him kill Han Jian, but he is playing Han Jian here?

"You, why are you hitting me?" Han Jian is still a little dizzy.

"Because you idiot said my wife is bad!" The newspaper was once again fanned in the summer.

"Hey!" Han Jian made another scream. He stroked his cheeks and retreated. "You, who is your wife?"

"My wife, the most beautiful police sister, cold!" Summer came to Han Jian, and then took the newspaper and fanned him.

When the words came out, everyone in the newspaper knew it. The daring is that today’s headline report has caused trouble.

"Hey, how is this person like you? Our reporter wants to report the right, how can you just hit someone?" At this time, that Fang Wei was a little angry at the side, seeing his idol being beaten so badly. She couldn't stand it anymore. Finally, she threatened, "I have already called the police, and the police will come soon!"

"Who dares to say that my wife is irritating, I will fight who, I am not a reporter." Summer did not agree with the sentence, and then the newspaper fell on the face of Han Jian, and at this time, Han Jian face, already It is swollen more like a pig's head than a pig's head.

"Hey, cold ice can make those shameless things, don't let people say... oh..." Fang did not finish talking, then he felt a sharp pain coming from the belly, and then the whole person flew up and fell heavily. .